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I cut my fucking teeth out with a razor blade Saturn's rings on my neck That's a golden chain Ten in the clip Ten on the list Ten In the clip Ten I
As We Lift Our Hands In Praise Chorus 2: Your Presence Fills This Place X2 Your Glory Fills This Place X2 Your Power Fills This Place X2 Your
[E-40] White girl (x8) (White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background) I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl [E-40]
I done broke it down some much Ion even use a scale I need 10 in a week to bound my brother out of jail I just sit back and I think I know this
(Yeah) Like 1,2,3,4 and 5 6,7,8 and then 9 Just count to ten in your mind and go and find yourself (Yeah) I'll be right your side And I'll be beaming
off 30s Get geeked I get nauseous (I get nauseous) Crushing up X in the face Get too high, rock solid (rock solid) Pouring up red all day I get too
On the block in my all white sneakers Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong My homie in the cell, so I had to write
On the block in my all white sneakers Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong My homie in the cell, so I had
Imma go ghost again DND my phone an roll a ten I'm in go mode again telling me I ain't gunna switch it up yeah You little bitches done need me a ten
When do we hit the wall Running amok, no control We soon fall into a hole See You in Zone X See You in Zone X Why can't we never relax We always follow
Ones, fives, tens, twenties, counting all day long Ones, fives, tens, in the background a trap song Girl help me count money, she count some, I count
Cause the bitch like Dior In the back like thrilla Put in faith for Dbug Got the X in cup huh (Put in faith for Dbug) Got the X in what huh (Put in
in(x4) and ima go hard (x4) bitch im going in(x4) and ima go hard (x4) Drake: first off you know what it is if you heard drake making hoes wobble like
something I'll be over in 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes I'll be over in 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes I'll be over in 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes
Kobe and Shaq I’m coming through the paint bringing spicy to the rack 10 piece, put em in the grease Keep em hot, 100 degrees 10 piece, put em in
Lyrics: Hook3x: In Yo Lane, In Yo Lane. You Can Tell By The Way I Iive This, I Am Your Hustle Man. I'm Coppin Designer, I Keep A Fresh Line Up.
Soft rag to soothe my face Sure like a woman to talk to in this place It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama
Soft rag to soothe my face Sure like a woman to talk to in this place It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama
OG Parker I brought 10 racks in this motherfucka (10) Told her break her back in this motherfucka (hey) She came wit' her friend (woo), double
S-O i need like ten Aye, Aye I need like ten (Big money up top) I need like ten (Give it to me when I walk in) I need like ten (That's a whole lot
Gold bricks in the safe 10K frames Put a brick in my face It's so lit where I stay This a trip you can't take Money all around Every step that I make
microphone x2 In this mic, in this mic, in this microphone Standing in the center of attention floating ten feet off the ground The world belongs to me it's
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey(x4) [CHORUS] Kiss her 'n hold her kiss, kiss her 'n hold her(x4) stuntin in da drop, stunt, stuntin in da drop(x
Yeah Major Major Major Major Major Major Slide Slidin in big bodies 10 Racks in the pocket that's just profit Niggas sayin that they on but they not
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